Perhaps Ripping This One Little Piece Of Skin Off My Lips Will At Last Render Them Plump And Moisturized

Aragorn study

Been rewatching LotR lately and I couldn’t resist

Maitimo wrote some light poetry ;)

Hello, I'm Clo and I might have a problem in the form of my love for a certain redeaded elf...

I kinda made myself tear up with this, so I decided to add the final #chibi to show another aspect of Maedhros that we should not forget... <;

[wip] 🤏

vanity fair published a devastating article about cary grant and randolph scott’s relationship today in honor of cary grant’s birthday, and i’m very unwell about it right now

mental image to share with y'all: Maedhros and Fingon's younger siblings deciding to plan their wedding for them (because they haven't figured out they're in love yet)

"Éowyn was slender and tall, with a grace and pride that came to her out of the South from Morwen of Lossarnach, whom the Rohirrim had called Steelsheen."

(Appendix A "The House of Eorl")

Éowyn with Shadowfax in the lush meadows of Rohan @megarywrites @sotwk :)

Maedhros and Maglor Week Day 1: Treelight

Treelight.

It spills from the box in a glorious familiar mingling of silver and gold when Maedhros opens the lid, and Maglor is captivated despite himself. This is what they have paid so dearly for, these last precious scraps of light that their father preserved and even though he has for a long time now not thought them worth the cost of their souls, he still not cannot look away.

For a moment Maglor is caught up in the memory of standing beneath the shining, flowering canopies with Maedhros, bathed in light and song. He is breathing in the sweetly scented air of his childhood, home again after so terribly long. For one perfect moment everything is right, the Trees are above him and his brother is beside him. Maedhros looks up, awash in gold light that sets his hair glowing like fire, and a strange horrible foreboding grips his heart.

There is no going back.

The Trees are gone and with them the innocence they once had.

In his heart Maglor knows it.

He blinks, sight clearing the memory away and his vision fills with Maedhros’s face as it is now: brittle, drawn with sorrow, and weary with the burden of the Oath.

His brother does not look at him, focused on the jewels that have been their goal for so long. Maedhros will not to let anything, not even him, turn him from them now that he is so close.

The light that surrounds them is forgiving, untouched and pure inside the jeweled containment it shines through, but even as Maglor’s hand draws near he knows that what now surrounds the light is not so kind.

His eyes are already filling with tears, the light of the moon turning them to silver on his pale cheeks.

A moment before his fingertips brush the glittering jewel, he hears Maedhros scream.

@maedhrosmaglorweek